I made a couple more loaves of no-knead bread this weekend to take to Easter dinners. There is something about the smell of bread baking (especially these loaves; I added rosemary and parmesan cheese) that makes me ravenous. I wanted to pull them out of the oven, pour myself a big glass of milk, and eat the whole thing. Thankfully, I did not.
Instead, I sewed. I have a bunch of CAOK gifts I’m behind schedule in sending. Two African fabric jewelry wraps are being mailed out today. Thankfully Stephanie is helping me sort out the tunic mess. Fingers crossed that project will be back on track by the end of the week.
Also, I hope to be back on track soon too. I’m going through a rough patch professionally that has me uncharacteristically blue, cranky and anxious. Ultimately, I need to find a new job and I may not be able to go back to Africa this summer as I’d planned. I am not just bummed out, I’m heartbroken. I can’t discuss the details, but I am so thankful for my faith. I know that from challenge comes greatness. I’m just not sure what that is quite yet and in the in between uncertainty is eating my happiness for breakfast.
Thanks for your well wishes.